User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/By Sword and Quill - RPG/@comment-3094815-20180131234912/@comment-3135907-20180201095425

Shuff shuff. Somebeast danced through the undergrowth, and Nortie chased.

"Shh, hehe!"

"G'owch, g'off!"

Then Nortie was running, and the somebeast was chasing. "I saw 't ferst, ye lubberly barkbrain!" Nort and Nortie burst at once from the hazy, ill-defined swampy forest, two quagmires of muck charging at full tilt toward the camp, the taller first one clutching a round object to his puffing chest and the other with fistfuls of mud readied for action.

Needless to say, the evening watch did not have a good outlook as far as hearing or seeing anything over Nort and Nortie was concerned.